Page 171 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

The last second ticks away and I look at you, eyes wide, body straining to hold back. One final soft whimper... "Please..."

You stroke a finger gently across my lips, making me wait just that little bit longer.

A thought crosses my mind. “What if he makes me wait even more? I won’t know how long.”

I look into your eyes, almost frantic. You smile and suddenly I know you are doing this on purpose. Making me hold on just because you can, because it gives you pleasure to see my reaction.

Another thought. This one triggering the sharp edge of panic. “What if he won’t let me at all?”

Driven beyond endurance, words tumble out of my mouth, and I beg desperately, not caring how I sound.

"Now. Come for me, Abby." Your fingers push firmly against my clit, speeding up.

I hear nothing, just the roaring in my ears and a stranger's voice screaming, so loud and primal. Surely that can't be me? Can it? My body shudders involuntarily, torn by the strength of my orgasm.

Afterwards, I lie flung out across the bed, my body still trembling in reaction.

You take the nipple clamps off and wrap your arms around me, holding me close, and I hang loosely from the ropes like a rag doll, without even enough strength left to speak.

You stroke my hair and my face, smiling down at me, and dot gentle kisses across my forehead. "Good girl. Such a good girl. You did so well." I summon enough strength from somewhere to beam at you. Those words mean so much.

You shift on the bed, and I hear that rustling noise again. Then a hum. You press the magic wand against my pussy.

It is too much too soon. I feel so sensitive that the pulsing hurts. It is so intense, and I move around, trying to pull away or get closer to the wand, I’m not quite sure which. “No, ohhh, Sir.”

“Yes, Abby. I insist.” You watch me struggle, looking amused. “You were only begging me to come a minute ago and now here I am kindly granting your request for a second time and you’re saying ‘no’? There’s gratitude for you.”

My body bucks away from the wand, but you follow me with it, pushing, persisting, until the pain subsides, and the sensations build up again even stronger than before.

I can’t move, can’t open my eyes at first and you lie next to me with your arm around me until I recover enough for what you have in mind next.

You reach for something else.

"Did you think I'd forgotten? I told you I would whip you when you came."

You bring down the crop, stingingly hard, five times directly on my pussy. I yelp at each stroke; I want to move but I am held fast, and it is no use. You will have your way.

You put down the crop and cuddle me close, gently soothing my tender skin.

We rest for a while and then I feel your hands drift again.

"Oh, Sir."

A truly wicked grin flashes across your face, lighting your eyes. "Oh yes. You see, these tiny, light circles... you can't come, can you? It's not enough. And you know something? I can do this all night..."

My eyes widen and I strain against the ropes that hold me. "Master, please. I can't."

"Watch the clock, Abby."

Tick.

Tick.

Tick…

The End

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